The F King: A Bad Boy Romance (Still a Bad Boy Book 3)

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Especially last night.
    That girl. Sarina. Her virginity was mine , and she’d been the best lay of my life. Incredible.
    Ordinarily, I would have been over the moon if I woke up and found the girl gone instead of hanging around asking me for some free F or wanting a gift or some shit. I actually wanted to taste her again, listen to her screaming as she came. So good.
    And not only sexy as fuck , but feisty… and so innocent-looking too. From what little I’d spoken to her… she seemed smart and even nice .
    Mom said she wanted to see you with a nice girl before she-
    I cut the thought off before it could finish. None of that was going to happen. I didn’t see myself with a nice girl, and Mom wasn’t going to die. Not on my watch.
    I didn’t have Sarina’s number… but she did say she was staying at Cumberland. It wouldn’t be that hard to track her down. Maybe I’d drop by in a few days, once she’d had a chance to recover and could handle another session.

Sarina
    I ’d woken up that morning after only a couple hours of sleep when my common sense burst through the front door of my mind like, “ Honey I’m hooome… aaaahhhhhhh! ” and found me in bed with a drug dealer. This was what it felt like to be the worst undercover cop in the history of the job.
    The cherry on the cake was how I couldn’t find my panties while trying to get dressed like a ninja. They were still there somewhere, and I had to return home with no underwear on. After the physical exertion of the previous night, my thighs almost cramped up in the taxi, I was clamping them together that tightly.
    Since then, I’d been drifting through a couple days like a zombie. The little group I’d taken out to use as my cover couldn’t stop talking about what I’d done to the gang member, but I had no way to match their enthusiasm, and didn’t accept their invites to hit the town again.
    “Cumberland toga party tomorrow, Badass,” Millie said as we returned to the dorm after our Intro to Human Resources lecture, using the nickname the girls had bestowed upon me. “It’s in the dorm and you’ve definitely had long enough to recover.”
    “Hmmm. I don’t know, I’m not feeling too great.”
    “What did that guy do to you? I’m gonna get the details eventually, you should just tell me now. Hi!”
    Millie waved and smiled at one of the guys from our dorm as he passed us, heading in the other direction. Her fresh looks and bubbly personality in a petite package were pretty popular with the opposite sex, but it was like water off a duck’s back with her.
    Not so much for me. On top of the obvious self-chastising I was doing, because what happened between Ryan and I never should have happened, I was worrying about what he thought about me, my body, my… performance. Why hadn’t he called? I hadn’t given him my phone number, but why hadn’t he called ? Did he like me? Was I somebody that deserved to be liked?
    “Nothing. We just talked.”
    Millie laughed. “Yeah, I heard you the first time and I believe you just as much now as I did then. Was he really that good? Or that bad?”
    “At talking?”
    “Yes, talking.” Millie held up her fingers in exaggerated quote marks.
    I stumbled over my words for a second and just ended up blushing, much to Millie’s amusement. In the end, I supposed it didn’t really matter anyway, because I had a meeting scheduled with my CO tomorrow and I was going to formally resign.
    There was a badge sitting in my locker at the police station, ready and waiting for me to put it back on after this assignment, but I didn’t deserve it. The all-encompassing failure of my first undercover assignment was tough to deal with.
    None of the steps I’d taken in advancing my career had been missteps until now, and it was impossible to reconcile the one thing I’d always cared about with the confusion that the very sight of Ryan had instilled in me. What could you even call this turmoil churning away inside of

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